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"
Rhett
,
do
n't
!
I
'll
tell
you
everything
.
I
do
need
the
money
so
badly
.
I
--
I
lied
about
everything
being
all
right
.
Everything
's
as
wrong
as
it
could
be
.
Father
is
--
is
--
he
's
not
himself
.
He
's
been
queer
ever
since
Mother
died
and
he
ca
n't
help
me
any
.
He
's
just
like
a
child
.
And
we
have
n't
a
single
field
hand
to
work
the
cotton
and
there
's
so
many
to
feed
,
thirteen
of
us
.
And
the
taxes
--
they
are
so
high
.
Rhett
,
I
'll
tell
you
everything
.
For
over
a
year
we
've
been
just
this
side
of
starvation
.
Oh
,
you
do
n't
know
!
You
ca
n't
know
!
We
've
never
had
enough
to
eat
and
it
's
terrible
to
wake
up
hungry
and
go
to
sleep
hungry
.
And
we
have
n't
any
warm
clothes
and
the
children
are
always
cold
and
sick
and
--
"
"
Where
did
you
get
the
pretty
dress
?
"
"
It
's
made
out
of
Mother
's
curtains
,
"
she
answered
,
too
desperate
to
lie
about
this
shame
.
"
I
could
stand
being
hungry
and
cold
but
now
--
now
the
Carpetbaggers
have
raised
our
taxes
.
And
the
money
's
got
to
be
paid
right
away
.
And
I
have
n't
any
money
except
one
five-dollar
gold
piece
.
I
've
got
to
have
money
for
the
taxes
!
Do
n't
you
see
?
If
I
do
n't
pay
them
,
I
'll
--
we
'll
lose
Tara
and
we
just
ca
n't
lose
it
!
I
ca
n't
let
it
go
!
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
tell
me
all
this
at
first
instead
of
preying
on
my
susceptible
heart
--
always
weak
where
pretty
ladies
are
concerned
?
No
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
cry
.
You
've
tried
every
trick
except
that
one
and
I
do
n't
think
I
could
stand
it
.
My
feelings
are
already
lacerated
with
disappointment
at
discovering
it
was
my
money
and
not
my
charming
self
you
wanted
.
"
She
remembered
that
he
frequently
told
bald
truths
about
himself
when
he
spoke
mockingly
--
mocking
himself
as
well
as
others
,
and
she
hastily
looked
up
at
him
.
Were
his
feelings
really
hurt
?
Did
he
really
care
about
her
?
Had
he
been
on
the
verge
of
a
proposal
when
he
saw
her
palms
?
Or
had
he
only
been
leading
up
to
another
such
odious
proposal
as
he
had
made
twice
before
?
If
he
really
cared
about
her
,
perhaps
she
could
smooth
him
down
.
But
his
black
eyes
raked
her
in
no
lover-like
way
and
he
was
laughing
softly
.
"
I
do
n't
like
your
collateral
.
I
'm
no
planter
.
What
else
have
you
to
offer
?
"
Well
,
she
had
come
to
it
at
last
.
Now
for
it
!
She
drew
a
deep
breath
and
met
his
eyes
squarely
,
all
coquetry
and
airs
gone
as
her
spirit
rushed
out
to
grapple
that
which
she
feared
most
.
"
I
--
I
have
myself
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
